Into the stillness of a dream
\nThe day had been what it’d never been<\/p>\n
Wide swing, warm coffee, chilly day;
\nWords flowed from fingers, come what may<\/p>\n
When up I glanced, to a tattered blue
\nAnd a stylish shirt; it was only you<\/p>\n
They say that clothes can make the man
\nThough I’d say you made those jeans all you can!<\/p>\n
And I’d say, instead, that clothes can portray
\nThe heart of a man and, perhaps, his way<\/p>\n
For, when you peered from behind the frame
\nAnd spoke of what sets your mind aflame<\/p>\n
I knew we’d be friends forever-more
\nEven if we knew not what life had in store<\/p>\n
Some star-crossed loves are but passing friends
\nWho yet share a connection that never ends<\/p>\n
And you, who shares so much of his eyes’ deep sight
\nShall have coffee, deep chats with me one long night<\/p>\n
Words and life may have limits, true
\nBut star-crossed friendships never do<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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